Jim Moriarty. Consulting Criminal, at your service.
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“Hi daddy.” Pia interrupts him, looking up and waving her hand easily. She can’t help a very slight smirk as she awaits his reaction. It had been a while. “We were just talking about you.”
Nick looks at Jim, then at Seb, trying not to look as awkward as he feels.
“You act like it’s torture. It’s just groceries,” Seb says, rolling his eyes.
Jim stares at the group laid out in front of him, the bags in his hands feeling lighter and insignificant in his grip. His eyebrows pull together in confusion, then relax slightly.
“What the hell’s going on? I’ve been gone for an hour.”
Jim sneaks an arm around Seb, resting his head on Seb’s shoulder for a moment.
Seb smiles, wrapping an arm around Jim and pulling him close.
Jim grins softly, kissing Seb’s shoulder, “Love you.”
“Not fair,” Jim breathes with a grin, “You can bite, but I can’t?”
“I’m not going to draw blood though,” Seb points out, pressing his hips up against Jim.
“You could if you wanted,” Jim almost challenges, gracing his teeth over Seb’s lip teasingly.
“Shockingly so.” Jim mutters, walking after Seb.
“I’d say,” Seb says, shrugging. “So…now what?”
“Security cameras.” Jim says, scowling at Seb as though it’s obvious, “We have to turn them off. Just as a precaution, of course.”
He walks over to the machine and almost laughs out loud - it’s so incredibly simple. He flicks a switch at the monitors showing the video feeds shut off.
“How could I forget?” Jim said, a faint smile growing on his lips as he grew slightly more comfortable. He walked around the corner until he could see Pia on the couch.
“Strawberry’s still your favourite? I even bought chocolate sauce.”
“Mhm,” She mused, looking up at him. “What film did you bring then?” It was slightly better now. She wasn’t alone and quiet here anymore, there was another person breathing, thinking, talking, the sounds of plastic bags. Every time someone else made a sound after a long day alone, she was surprised by how much she hated being alone.
Jim passed the plastic bag of films over to her, walking back into the kitchen to spoon out ice cream for the both of them. It almost felt like old times.
“I bought a few, didn’t know what you wanted to watch.”
“Mhm.” Jim nods matter-of-factly, opening the door.
Seb peers inside, smiling when he notices that the guard is asleep, practically drooling on the table in front of the security footage. “Well that was easy,” he says, stepping inside.
“Shockingly so.” Jim mutters, walking after Seb.
“True.” Jim huffs out a laugh, mouth opening slightly in surprise with the pressure of Seb’s fingers.
“Mm, yeah,” Seb hums, biting at Jim’s bottom lip, smirking.
“Not fair,” Jim breathes with a grin, “You can bite, but I can’t?”
“That’s an understatement.” Jim smiles softly, running a hand through his hair.
“I’d say.” Seb grins, and pulls out of Jim gingerly, rolling over to the side.
Jim sneaks an arm around Seb, resting his head on Seb’s shoulder for a moment.
Jim opened the door after a moments hesitation, his head appearing inside first, taking a look around. The house was fairly grandeur - but that had always been Pia’s style, even when she was younger. It was also dark - colder, more earthy tones. The Pia he’d known had always loved bright, colourful décor that light up a room.
But then again, the Pia that he’d known had been gone for many years.
“Pia?” Jim murmured, almost hesitantly, as if afraid to awaken a tiger from its slumber.
A small smirk played on her lips as she forced her head not to perk up. “Around the corner, in the living room.” She said and pulled the blanket up closer to her face. It didn’t quite cover her sides, because of growing stomach took up a lot of it. She stretched lightly and waited for him to come closer, not bothering to move herself. “I hope you remembered my ice cream.”
“How could I forget?” Jim said, a faint smile growing on his lips as he grew slightly more comfortable. He walked around the corner until he could see Pia on the couch.
“Strawberry’s still your favourite? I even bought chocolate sauce.”
She rolls her eyes. “Not like either of you are any better.” She looks at the both of them. “You, Nick, you spend longer doing your hair than I do. And you dad, you might not care about your clothes all that much, but one of the most important things to you is appearing manly.”
“And I end up having impeccably styled hair, so I see no problem here,” Nick says primly.
Seb shrugs. “Hey, it works for me.”
“Uhuh.” She says unconvinced. “Yeah dad, I remember how well it worked for you every time Freya showed up.”
Jim grumbles his way all the way up to the flat, the weight of the grocery bags dragging him down. The checkout waiting line had been longer than he would have liked, an then the cashier had been less than helpful, chewing on her gum so loud, Jim can still hear it.
He unlocks the door with surprising ease, considering the handles of the bags are digging into his wrists and walks in.
“You owe me big time for that, Seb. If I have to deal with another whiny teenager, I swear-“